2018-10-20 at 7:34 PM UTC
Originally posted by SBTlauien
n pancakes made with eggs(mostly whites)
racist bigot.
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post didn't die in a fire!
2018-10-20 at 8:28 PM UTC
Most people have never been in healthy fit shape so they have no idea what that feeling is you're describing. Like someone who's constantly dehydrated, they don't realize how shitty they feel because of it.
2018-10-21 at 12:15 AM UTC
I can't excersize, it triggers my anxiety.
I do have lots of rough sex though
2018-10-21 at 12:15 AM UTC
If you're reading this then you, like I, are living in a civilization in decline. We have lost our gods, our values, our sense of human dignity. Enlightenment thinking has, ironically, lead us down a dark meaningless path from which there is no possible return. We exist in a machine which is dying slowly and there is nothing we can do to stop it.
You have personally been robbed of a socially meaningful existence by modernity. You have no recourse. You will die without meaning withing the gears of this horrifying machine without a future. Contemplate this, the profound emptiness of your existence, the vacuous society you exist in, and then imagine its representative appearing before you, they say "you are insufficient for this society, the one which has fucked you unto death in all the meaningful ways. Your physical qualities are lacking and you owe it to us to spend endless hours of your short and empty life on a treadmill, running, unthinking, beholden to the indignities of the flesh. You must forgo the meager hedonistic pleasures, the only ones left to you in this dying world, in order to satisfy the aesthetics and economic ends of our social order."
How sick do you need to be, how weak, how lacking of a human soul must you be to concede to this demand? If you have even a shred of self-respect your will answer defiantly. Fuck your society which will provide unto excess for the material needs of its members but not their higher needs. Fuck the society that architects a starvation of the soul and then demands restraint when you drink deeply of the encless material pleasures it pushes on you.
To that society I say: "God, in pity, made man beautiful and alluring, after his own image; but my form is a filthy type of yours, more horrid even from the very resemblance". I am as I am, though my form may be that of a horrifying golem I was wrought by your hand and I will celebrate my terrible visage. I will delight in the pains it inflicts upon you. And if my bloated and terrible corpse becomes caught in the drains of your heartless city then I will not have died for nought as you will have reaped at least some part of those repugnant seeds which you sow.
